LG - True Intention lyrics

(Verse 1) God bless our corrupted minds For trying to f** with rhymes We probably should've stuck with crimes Crowds are hating on me Fans are rating on me Alcohol got me stumbling around like a waking zombie Dragging myself out of the grave To show these young-bloods how to behave The cycle's counting the days Every LP is a resurrection Stagnating Waiting for fresh direction In the east of the city Peep the situation We've got dreams But no means of facilitation A grand vision of autonomy The reason why a drug dealer exploits the black-market economy And everybody want an 'MTV crib' Trying to figure where the WMDs hit You gots to chill Like you PMDed it Wifey wiling out on some PMT-sh** The rent's late I see a few of these dudes as dead weight A leader in need of head space I blaze the Peng-grade The pen stays poised My ink-flow's poisoned to keep me employed I'm eating off sixteen bars Used to be nine Double-jointed Blazing two zoots at a time Losing my mind Finding my feet Explaining to bre'ers: I've got to get paid to rhyme on the beat I'm trying to eat Love don't pay the bills They say: "Jehst got crazy sk**s!" But the stress is going to make me ill! I've been badly advised So I trust no one Except my family-ties I've head it with lies and Geminis It's all over, man Snakes in the gra** I'm the lawn-mower man The green-fingered Black-hearted Corporate who*e There's no such thing as a rap artist It's all bullsh** White boys blacking up Modern Al Johnson B-Boys cracking up like: "This can't be my beautiful culture!" Chasing the mirage of food for the vulture That's circling over You'll never escape your fate And it's all ready instate It's got schoolboys peddling weight Pop-pop leave you dead in your gates It's the same throughout many estates The melody makes the pain numb Soldiers back from Iraq selling firearms fresh of the plane bun It's plain dumb How an Iraqi and a kid from Hackney can be k**ed by the same gun So when you put my tape into your deck Think about Columbine and Virginia Tech Martial law is still in effect A society, pushed to the brink, to the limit, the edge! Who's held accountable for civilian d**hs? Everytime a politician want to big-up his chest It's all economics The arms-trade generates dollars And dictators don't educate scholars It's trick-knowledge We no longer celebrate honour When men are dying, we stay quiet And pray we don't face the same horror At the hands of their descendants Thinking it's the price of our independence All eyes on the future While soldiers in Fallujah Control by remote-viewer OK Computer?